One Semester as a Digital Nomad

I am a Millennial, Intentional Living, Wanderlust

Maybe another coffee will help. The cubicle’s walls are closing in, the stack of papers on the desk are even higher than when the workday started, and the office dropped down to arctic temperatures thanks to the freezing AC. This is what four years in college has lead to. Eight hours a day, five days a week; this is the reality for the average working American. But it doesn’t have to be, and it won’t be for much longer. The job market is changing.

Digital nomads are people who can work from anywhere, using technology to perform their jobs. This career path is becoming more popular and more common. The job market is changing as more companies switch to online platforms. As such, college students should take at least one semester of online classes to prepare themselves for the benefits and challenges of a remote job.

Aerial photo of Los Angeles taken by Eline Millenaar of Open Horizons travel blog

Conquering FOMO in the Capital of Entertainment

My Story, US Cities

My New York friends had warned me about this. Probably alarmed by my frantic travel habits that tried to squeeze an irreplaceable memory out of every minute, they advised me to also take evenings for a long hot bath, or a Netflix binge.

“You have to stay in to stay sane sometimes,” they told me when I was preparing for my move to LA this Fall and my future move to New York. I laughed and told them about my seemingly bottomless reservoir of energy and my solid practice of saying no, and silently thought they were exaggerating. 

FOMO and FOID. The Fear Of Missing Out and the Fear Of Imperfect Decisions. These two will have you running around living someone else’s life, or passively standing by as life whirls around you. Or both. Often both.

I thought I had a good handle on FOMO and FOID, until I moved to the city. There’s an event every moment of every day, and another coffee shop or exhibition around every corner, and new potential friends in every group of strangers. FOMO and FOID have now become daily battles. 

Like… I sat in my car for 18 minutes yesterday, trying to decide which coffeeshop I wanted to work at. Side note: I ended up at a table across from an INCREDIBLY handsome guy, and after an hour of that eye-contact-chemistry and me kicking myself that I didn’t keep up the conversation when he asked me a question, he left 🙄.

Like… I may or may not have already adopted the LA mentality of canceling plans without notice, or being scandalously late. Glory to the always-valid excuse of crazy traffic, or the lack of parking.

Like… I had 7 different options for my Friday night and went to none of them.

Photo of Eline Millenaar, on top of a hill overlooking Los Angeles after a hike at Woodland Canyon

I spent the first Saturday after moving to the city, hiking in Runyon Canyon Park to get this view of downtown Los Angeles. 

It’s hitting me hard, and I realized my city-expert-friends had been right. Whether it’s LA, New York, London or any other city that never sleeps, it’s hard to fight the urge to be in the midst of it all, lest you miss out. 

How hilariously paradoxical that I was brought to this sparkling city for my season of rest. Really, God?! Wouldn’t a cabin in the woods have been more appropriate? 

It’s time I honestly admit that what I really need now is introvert time. I’ve been around people 16 hours a day for almost 2 years straight and that’s not counting the nights I slept next to someone or I had an all-nighter shift. I’ve worked my little ass off for the majority of those waking hours, and went wild with bucketlists and wanderlust for the remaining days. It was perfect for then, but now I’m tired.

Right now I want weekends spent behind my sketch book and sewing machine. 

On the perfect hardwood floors of my room – making choreographies in mismatched styles. 

In my favorite velvet chair – reading books until I’m so filled with words that I can’t help but write. 

In my now-messy kitchen – repotting, pruning and reviving my 27 plants that all miraculously survived the gross neglect during international trips and bravely conquered a 10-hour drive in the blazing sun. 

Behind my desk filled with too many coffee mugs – collecting the best of my travel photographs and stories to finally share them with the world.

I want to be by myself. With Dermot Kennedy, Brolly, Ruben or Lucas and my other favorite male voices on a bone-chilling volume in my ears. Allowing thoughts to be the only conversation for a while. Photo of Eline Millenaar walking down a street near the Venice canals in Los Angeles

 

So here I am, trying to selah my way through the capital of Entertainment. Because there’s something this angel-city can teach me that a cabin in the mountains never could: to give myself permission.

Permission to unapologetically own every need of my artist’s soul. Permission to let this whole bustling city be just inches away and choose to stay in.

Permission to not get that spectacular adventure that would do great on my InstaStories. 

Permission to look, and feel, like a bit of a loner, when I stay in my pj’s the entire Saturday (even when I take myself to the movies, because one of America’s greatest wins compared to Europe is that sweatpants & an old T are a perfectly acceptable outfit in a mall. Or on a college campus, as I discovered recently 🤔).

This life is mine, and the only “imperfect decision” I’d regret is not designing it exactly like I want it.

So here is the permission slip for me and anyone else in sparkling LA, hustling New York or small town anywhere. Miss out. Say no. Cancel plans. Make a wrong decision. Stay home, or take yourself on a date. 

You have permission. Let’s enjoy the Fun Of Imperfect Decisions and the Freedom Of Missing Out. 

You have nothing to prove, and everything to gain. ♥️ 

Stop throwing money at sad pictures – The Charity Revolution

A seat at the table, Culture, Thriving Life

Since I was a little girl, I dreamed about using writing, photography and story-telling to raise awareness and raise funds for charity organizations. No other area of injustice upsets me as much as the debilitating effects of poverty.

But as I gained some valuable experience, there was one thing that kept bugging me. It seemed like the only way I could get involved in “fundraising reporting” was if I could paint them as the helpless ones. There could be no reflection of the bold, richly colorful and powerful people that they so clearly were, because that doesn’t persuade the average Westerner to donate.

We need a Celine Dion song over a slideshow of disfigured puppies in order to pull out our wallets.

The Sad Box

This makes me wonder… Why are we giving in the first place?

If it’s truly to empower people that deserve a chance to express their potential, shouldn’t we be celebrating their dreams instead of try to squish them in the Sad Box?

Do we really care enough to understand their struggles, or has charity become another item to check-off our self-actualization list?

Guilt pay-off? 

I love charity when it’s done well, but it’s so easy to fall into the “king and beggar” narrative.

We look at pictures of hungry African babies, feel guilty and quickly throw $50 at the organization with the best marketing strategy. God forbid we get too disturbed. Our busy lives may actually get interrupted. Who knows where that money ends up, we’ve already moved on. After all, we feel better about ourselves now.

Charity has become a PR-boost for businesses and a guilt pay-off for individuals.

Disengaged money-giving

Charity isn’t evil. It’s better to mindlessly write checks than to do nothing at all. My concern is how little is required of us when we limit charity to donating money. There’s a minimal amount of engagement, let alone a willingness to change our lifestyle.

Our well-meant dollars are not enough to cross the line between “us” and “them”. More often than not, our charity actually keeps us in the place of superiority and them in the place of dependency.

We give money without actually understanding the issue at hand, the impact it has on real people, the root causes or the long-term effects of the proposed solutions we’re funding.

We have distanced ourselves from the very people we are trying to help. There’s a lack of accountability, simply because we don’t seem to care enough to gain a thorough understanding of the why and how.

The Charity Revolution

This world is filled with hearts that genuinely care. Every donation is ultimately a quiet cry of “I want to make a difference.” The more you come alive, the more this desire grows. This genuine care now simply needs to take the next step by going beyond merely money-giving. Charity is being redefined – and you are invited to this revolution.

The world doesn’t need more mindless charity, it needs people who take ownership.

It needs a Charity Revolution that is focused on empowering local communities and long-term solutions.

This Revolution is carried by anyone who is willing to put in time and energy instead of just autofill Visa-card numbers.

It needs a global reformation of customers who are ready to change their shopping habits.

It needs people who are willing to take the time to listen, ask questions and walk in someone else’s shoes for a while.

It needs people who are willing to make this the topic of conversation at the next birthday party, instead of complaints about the weather or a certain politician whose name rhymes with hump.

Part of the problem, part of the solution

We caused the problem, so we need to be part of the solution. In many ways, we created the cycle of poverty many are stuck in now. It’s our responsibility to come alongside our teammates to overcome the disadvantages that were put on them.

They’ve been bogged down by centuries of colonialism, corruption and oppression, and are still continuing to run through the mud of a debilitating global economic system. They posses an equal strength, but carry a load significantly heavier than what’s resting on our privileged shoulders.

How dare we ever paint them as the weak ones?

What’s next? 

Are you willing to engage with people’s stories to the point that you can no longer ignore them? Do you want to invest time and energy into building a bridge of understanding instead of merely donating money? Will you take a seat at the table of our shared humanity and kiss the face of a stranger?

Let’s go on a journey of research and discovery together. Let’s start the conversation.

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I’m on a journey of rediscovering charity. The biggest focus of this journey is learning how my lifestyle has a global impact and how I can invest in a local-empowered form of charity.

I’ll be sharing the findings of my own research here on the blog, hoping to inspire you to make a difference as well.

In the next post, I’ll be sharing about sustainable fashion (it’s easier than you think!).

Let’s take a seat at the table and start a conversation.  

What does charity look like for you? How do you stay involved beyond donating money?

I want to get inspired by your ideas and learn from you.
Comment below or email me through the contact form.

2018 Travel Bucket List

My Story, Travel, Wanderlust

I haven’t updated the About Me page on my website since January 2017. There’s not one thing in my bio that is the same. Anyone else feel like your life shape-shifts so frequently that it’s hard to keep up with the change?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I recently started as the marketing manager at The Crowning Jewels and love everything about my job and the team I work with.  I’m a sociology major at an online college that allows me to grow towards my biggest life goals, while still having plenty of space to invest in other areas of my life. I get to do life with friends that I’ve shared highest highs and lowest lows with for years; my brother AND parents are living in the same city as me this year; and the extravagant expressions of Jesus’ love bring me to tears almost daily. I’m a part of a dance company that’s inspiring me to shake off any fears and I’m physically feeling more fit, strong and healthy than I thought was possible. I’m living my dream life, I barely recognize myself from where I was only 3 months ago and I can’t remember ever feeling this wildly alive. Every single aspect of my life carries at least one major testimony of God’s grace, goodness and redemption. Thankful is an understatement.

I’m also starting a second job this month that is going to significantly increase my travel opportunities. Luckily I have 11k+ pins to pull inspiration from and have been keeping an actively growing archive of trips and travel experiences that I’ve already researched and are ready to go. So this National Vacation Planning Day, I wrote my 2018 Travel Bucket List. Most of these have either already been planned, booked or are highly likely to happen, with the exception of the *numbers.

2018 Travel Bucket List: 

  1. Go to Ecuador
  2. Visit my friends in London
  3. Shoot one mini-documentary or interview
  4. Hike the Pyrenees with my dad
  5. * Do the Inca trail to Machu Picchu, Peru
  6. * Learn how to surf in San Diego
  7. Go on a beach-weekend (Mexico or Florida)
  8. Go to an airport and get the next flight to anywhere
  9. * Go on a camel ride or elephant ride (or both!)
  10. Explore Seattle
  11. *Explore Charleston, SC
  12. Go salsa dancing in Barcelona, Spain
  13. Plan a honeymoon for someone
  14. Be a bridesmaid in the Netherlands
  15. See the Grand Canyon
  16. See those beautiful Red rocks formations in Arizona
  17. Go snorkeling in Hawaii
  18. Solo travel to a country I’ve never been to before
  19. *See the major monuments in Washington DC
  20. Spend many weekends in NYC and LA #cityfix
  21. *Go on a motorcycle ride through the Redwoods
  22. *Attend a Krav Maga training camp (preferably in Israel)
  23. Have a real Southern meal in Texas

I’m going to try to write at least one blog post after each trip with some travel stories, photographs and recommendations, so stay tuned to get your wanderlust fed.

Have you planned your vacations for this year yet? I’d love to hear about your travel plans, leave a comment below!

 

Photo by David Kovalenko 

You are worth my time

Poetry, Prose and Poetry

You are worth my time.

You are worth putting my book down for,
or silencing my phone for.
You are worth the uninterrupted conversation,
the undivided attention,
the eye-contact that encourages you to keep sharing.

You are worth every ‘how was your day’
and all listening ears to await you at home.
You are worth laughs about every silly joke;
I’ll do anything to see your smile.
You are worth shoulders to lean on and arms to run to;
every problem is so much smaller when you are embraced.
You are worth every detailed account of ordinary events;
if it’s important to you,
it’s important to me too.

I don’t even know
to whom this may concern,
but may it ring true in your ears tonight.

My dear,
in case you haven’t felt this in a while,
please allow me to remind you now.

You’re worth every bit of space you take up in this world.

Learning to rest at the Blue Lagoon

Intentional Living, Travel

“I have to get used to not having to go anywhere. My mind is stuck in explorer-mode, I still feel the urge to swim around the corner and see what’s there.” I laugh because I recognize the feeling. Seeing as much as possible has been our mission the last few days. Now we’ve committed to doing nothing but relax for the rest of the day, I almost feel out of place. We’ve only been in the milky water of the Blue Lagoon for 10 minutes, and thoughts of work, responsibilities and forgotten to-do’s have already crossed my mind multiple times. I think the adventures have been a very welcome distraction to my mind that’s always racing.

As I put a mud mask on my face, I ponder this. There’s a voice in my head telling me it’s a bad sign I need activities and adventure to distract me from myself. But I don’t know if that’s true. In almost every religion, a place of rest is portrayed as serenity. Sitting with folded legs to meditate, or locking yourself up in a monastery to quiet out the world. I’d love to say that I’m so at peace that my mind is “a lake without ripples, reflecting the heavens”. However, my mind is currently more like a fast-flowing river that even the most experienced kayaker wouldn’t dare to conquer. Thoughts are always coming and going, I process my internal and external world so intensely I don’t even know what it’s like to be in the ‘nothing box’. But perhaps that’s not what rest is for me in this season. I get incredibly antsy when I’m doing nothing. I have too much energy, too many things I want to do, too many places I want to visit, too many people I want to meet and too many ideas I want to create. When I was in ministry school, one of the teacher said something that has stuck with me. “Rest doesn’t have to look like sitting down, it can look like plowing your own fields.” I love that. With your job, ministry and even community, you often work on someone else’s field. You serve their vision, you invest in their priorities. But in a time of rest, you use that same vigor and passion for your own dreams, priorities and creative ideas. It’s when you remember that your field is different than theirs. It’s when you realize your field is just as important as theirs.

We spend a couple of hours soaking in mineral waters, sitting in saunas and dozing off while cold rain drops fall on our warm faces. It actually did slow me down. Maybe the trick to not being bothered by my racing mind is stop trying to fight it. Maybe the unrest I feel sometimes is caused by my frantic peddling, slapping the streaming water to convince it should be a lake. Maybe rest comes when I decided to accept that my mind is a river, so I can lie on my back and float with its strong current.

Tomorrow I’ll fly back home, after almost three weeks of traveling in two nations. With my new insights about rest, I actually feel ready to dive in to my daily life again.
Work. Save. Travel. Repeat. Unto the next adventure.


If you’ve been inspired by the pictures and stories, I have some recommendations to share and an overview of our itinerary that you can read here. I don’t get anything for these recommendations, I’m only sharing it as a jumpstart for your own trip! Creating your own itinerary is a lot of work and can feel a bit overwhelming, so feel free to use ours as a reference. The alternative is you having to sit on one of those overpriced, packed tour buses… the thought of it alone makes me squirm inside.

The day after tomorrow, there’s an article coming about how to be a tourist in Iceland that the locals will love, and next week you can read about how you can get reimbursed for a delayed or canceled flight.

Happy Adventuring!

Millennials: Are we the Lazy Generation?

I am a Millennial, Thriving Life

22k likes, 6.3k comments, 90k shares and a whopping 6.6 million views on Facebook alone. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen it. The Sponsor a Millennial Video.

It’s funny. I laughed. I mean, “annual pilgrimage to Bethel”? Come on, this video is hilarious.

This video is popular because it feeds off the stereotype of the generation that currently has the biggest population in the world. The stereotype of the Millennial Generation is obvious. We are entitled, lazy and self-centered.

I took a quick scroll through the comments on the video and was intrigued by the conversation that unfolded. Let me save you the grammatical hell a.k.a. the Internet Discussion, and give you a general overview. There were two parties. One said: “This is so true, this generation is *****, beep beep, ***, etc.” or “I’m so offended, this is not true. I am a millennial and I… [insert story about how hard they work, how hard their life is, blah blah blah].”

I personally know very few Millennials that are lazy, entitled and narcissistic. It definitely doesn’t resonate with my own life. Even if there is a sense of entitlement in certain groups, it fades off quickly when they get normal jobs and adult responsibilities. In my experience, the Lazy Millennial is an exception more than a rule. So where does this reputation come from? Are we missing our generations biggest blind spot, or are we just being ridiculed by older generations that misinterpret us?

Let’s leave the jokes and stereotypes alone and look at some statistics. In May 2013, Times Magazine published a cover story where they wrote:

 The incidence of narcissistic personality disorder is nearly three times as high for people in their 20s as for the generation that’s now 65 or older, according to the National Institutes of Health; 58% more college students scored higher on a narcissism scale in 2009 than in 1982. Millennials got so many participation trophies growing up that a recent study showed that 40% believe they should be promoted every two years, regardless of performance. They are fame-obsessed: three times as many middle school girls want to grow up to be a personal assistant to a famous person as want to be a Senator, according to a 2007 survey; four times as many would pick the assistant job over CEO of a major corporation. They’re so convinced of their own greatness that the National Study of Youth and Religion found the guiding morality of 60% of millennials in any situation is that they’ll just be able to feel what’s right. Their development is stunted: more people ages 18 to 29 live with their parents than with a spouse, according to the 2012 Clark University Poll of Emerging Adults. And they are lazy. In 1992, the nonprofit Families and Work Institute reported that 80% of people under 23 wanted to one day have a job with greater responsibility; 10 years later, only 60% did.

Yikes. Even though this whole article is negatively colored; the data doesn’t lie. On the other hand, numbers are just numbers until someone interprets them. And why is that interpretation always stamped with a big Thumbs Down?

These numbers have been interpreted by saying we are lazy, aren’t willing to have a job without frequent promotions. Apparently, our arrogant mindset has shaped us into something that has a scary resemblance to a cactus: prickly, slow to grow up, not going anywhere and and only pretty because it’s currently trending on Instagram.

Another way to look at it is that this generation has learned to think for themselves, or even better – think outside of the box. Generations before the Millennial have been taught that you need to work hard. The Millennial believes in working smart, and strategizing for your 15-year plan before you do anything.

The Millennial had the luxury to take the time to ask big questions. Why? Why are we doing what we’re doing? Why is that important? Why is that true? Why do I want that? Why is that required of me?

Millennials no longer do something because they were told to. Their commitment to big institutions or  political affiliation has been declining for years. But Millennials also don’t rebel against authority. Even under teenagers, the rate of rebellion is at an all-time low. They don’t go with the mainstream, neither do they rebel against it. They simply don’t really care.

And that creates space. When you don’t have to follow a set of rules or fulfill the demands of a pre-determined culture, and you also don’t have to spend your energy fighting against it, you have time to spare. And this allows the Millennial to think, dream and reassess.

Who says it’s a failure to live with your parents for a few more years? Isn’t it a great opportunity to build an adult-to-adult relationship with them? Why throw away money to a landlord instead of saving money to start your own business, have a down-payment for a house or start paying off those crazy student loans? Who says all these ‘lazy Millennials’ aren’t just getting ready to hit the ground running?

Who says you have to stick with the same job, or even the same career, for 20 years? Who says the only options are a Master of One or Mediocre at Many? Maybe society is changing in such a way that a broad skill set is actually needed?

Who says you have to marry when you’re 20.6 years old? Is single life not an opportunity to develop yourself and build a healthy foundation for a long-term relationship?

Who says the world is only getting worse? Who says this is as good as it’s gonna get? Who says we can’t make a difference? Why can’t we at least give it a try?

The Millennial has something to bring to society that none of the other generations carry. We have an unique view on the world that inspires unconventional solutions.

I’m not saying the Millennial doesn’t have weaknesses or problems. We do have commitment issues, a wealth-focused entitlement and a passive activism that’s deems a Facebook status enough effort to fight major social issues. I’ll be the first to admit, the Millennial is far from perfect.

But that’s why we get to lean on the strength of the older generations. We can learn from our parents and grand-parents and glean from their wisdom. In fact, that’s something the Millennial does really well. Research shows they invite the advice and council of their parents or mentors on a regular basis. Again, this has been portrayed as lazy and dependent by the media, but I see this as a strength. We no longer have to prove to the world that we can do it all by ourselves, because we can’t. We don’t have to re-invent the wheel and we don’t want to repeat the mistakes of the ones who went before us.

I am excited to see the conversation change. I’m looking forward to the moment we’re shifting from seeking whom to blame and trying to fix a ‘broken generation’, to recognizing the keys and new perspectives that the Millennial brings.

We have a responsibility to change this conversation. We can acknowledge that we need Generation Silent through X to help us in our blind spots and weaknesses, while still staying true to the unique voice we’ve developed.

I think we will turn out more than okay.

We might actually be the generation that sets our children’s children up for success.

 

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Leather Craft: from cow to tote

Creative Process

Christmas 2014. A hobby was born. Little did I know that a very generous Christmas present would result in hours and hours of my life committed to the cut, the groove and the stitch.

I keep half a cow in my room. Okay granted, it’s just its skin and it’s in the form of a beautiful, natural tanned and oiled hide. But you know how big half a cow is? Big enough for purses, laptop sleeves, clutches, journals and much more. Which is exactly what I’m transforming Mrs. Cow into.

I’m in love with leather. There, I said it.

I’m spending way too much time pinning ideas on my leather board, which currently has 400 projects waiting to be made. You won’t find many tutorials or patterns on there, because I always prefer to design my own pattern. You know, being picky and opinionated about everything and all that.

So I stare at existing products until I’ve figured out what it is I like, and how they did it. Combine that process from multiple products and you have your own, personalized design. It’s surprising how many leather products have a very simple design. It’s not crazy colors or patterns, button or zippers, layers and shapes that makes the product interesting. The material is rich enough, it doesn’t need much else.

But just like any craft – simplicity requires excellence. Every details counts. So I sketch, measure, calculate, re-sketch, make paper samples and measure again.

Leather teaches me a new kind of creative process. I’ve been working with fabric, paper and clay for years, and my creative motto had always been:
“Just do it and see how it turns out. Any mistakes can be fixed, or will be those happy accidents that actually add character.”
Sometimes it worked, other times I utterly failed. But this motto mostly caused me to waste so much time on problems that could have been avoided in the first place.

Leather is different. It is very unforgiving. One cut, and your hide is committed to your design. One stitch and you have set your course. There is no bending to make things fit better, no erasing and no adding new material to fill in a gap. Whatever you do, it’s there and it will be there for years to come.

That, combined with the feel and smell of a quality (and expensive) material beneath your fingers, slows me down. I take the time to measure, and measure again, and try it out, fix any mistakes, measure again and again and again. The biggest creative process happens before my knife ever touches the hide.

 

Even after the cut, the process still crawls forward in a slow and thoughtful pace. Unlike fabric, you can’t just punch your needle through and be done. It takes four steps per stitch before you even pick up the needle.

Once you’re finally ready to stitch, it truly is one step at the time. I do everything by hand, so I see every little dent and scratch of the leather while taking the slow journey with the needle. Twice. Back and Forth. All sides.

It refreshingly slow. It’s almost therapeutic. My life tends to be very fast-paced and my mind always goes a 100mph. Giving just one activity your undivided attention is like a breath of fresh air. It’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with leather. It slows me down. It reduces my thoughts to one thing. Cut. Groove. Stitch.

 

Another thing I love about hand-stitching my leather projects is that I’m mobile. I can grab my leather-tote-to-be when I’m sitting on the couch at home, or I can take it with me on a creative get-away and work in a coffee shop.

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Obviously, a slow process takes time. Time that I don’t necessarily always set aside. I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that it took me about seven months to finish this leather tote. Seven months. (I’m definitely too embarrassed to add that until this day, I still haven’t attached the inside pockets. Ah, who needs to find their keys or phone anyway, right?)

Let’s just say this sobering timeline was a good reminder that I need to make more time for my creative endeavors.

 

And here it is. My own, hand-stitched leather tote. I’m head over heels. Putting so much attention, love and time into something really makes it extra special.

And “Love your bag, where did you get it?”quickly becomes your favorite question. 😉

 

In my next Leather Craft post, I’ll share about my very first leather project and walk you through the steps of hand-stitching leather.

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Deep roots & strong wings

Intentional Living, Poetry

Deep roots and strong wings

 Our life story is divided in many different chapters. I love starting a new year, new season or new chapter, because I thoroughly believe it only gets better. When the page turned at the dawn of the new year, I wrote about my hopes and beliefs for 2016. I wrote about a year of strong wings & deep roots.

This last week I’ve been receiving a lot of good news, especially regarding plans for the future. A new chapter of my life is starting soon, and my dreams and desires are slowly taking on a specific shape inside of it. All of this reminded me of my declaration for 2016. I believe this is a blessing for your future pages and chapters as well.


Let my 2016 be a year to build things that last.
To build a home.
To build a community of people who do life together.
To build an environment that is an accurate expression of who I am.
To build up a rhythm of consistency and familiar faces that I can land on after every wild adventure.
To build a bridge between here and there to facilitate cross-pollination.
To build a structure that cultivates stability and balance in my inner life.

To build a big Ampersand [&].
I believe in abundance, so I no longer want to think in “one or the other” but a “yes to this and that too.”
Yes to kindness & authority, strength & vulnerability, peace & passion, purpose-driven & identity in sonship.
Yes to the butterflies & the roaring lions.
Yes to quality & quantity, here & there, work & rest, fun & achievement.
Yes to one-on-One intimacy & finding Him in family.
Yes to exploring & belonging, adventure & security, travel & home, deep roots & strong wings.

I refuse to limit myself to choosing between two opposites that continually exclude each other.
I believe there’s a way the one can include the other and not just co-exist, but actually enrich each other.

This is what I bless my year with – and yours too.
2016: the year of [&].
2016: the year to build.
2016: the year of strong wings and deep roots.

I6: Breathtaking beauty

Culture, Intentional Living, Photography, Travel

Israel Header

Beauty is not for the faint of heart. 4am wake-up call, 1400 steps up and down a steep mountain and icy cold winds from all directions. But it’s always worth it.

King Herod built his palaces on the top of a great mountain. He made it into an impenetrable fortress with enough provision to last during times of survival and to feast abundantly in times of peace. Yup, Herod knew what’s up; bathhouses, saunas, two palaces, a view on the Dead Sea, pillars, gorgeous mosaics and storehouses as far as you can see. Even though only ruins are left of this grandeur, I still found it easy to imagine what it must have been like.

This fortress was used by Jewish Zealots centuries later. These rebels are known for the famous “mass suicide” as described by Jospephius in book 7 of the Jewish War. They rather died for what they believed than surrounded to be slaves for the Romans, or so the legend tells.

We hiked up the ancient ‘snake path’ while the sun came up and enjoyed an impressive piece of history on the flat top of the massive rock. But my favorite part of it all was the moment the sun broke through the clouds during our descent. An impressive rainbow set itself on the coast of the Dead Sea, and the golden sun rays reveiled the impressive relief of the desert below us. Wow. Indescribably beautiful.

Some moments are so wildly beautiful, they simply don’t allow themselves be tamed by words or pictures. This kind of beauty is not meant to be captured, its sole purpose is only to exist in that brief moment… and take your breath away.

The second moment of this breathtaking beauty happened the same day. The sun stood low in the sky again, but this time on the other side. We were on the other side of the country, we had driven all the way up north. We were standing on the top of a rock in the middle of nowhere again, but this time looking out over a deep cliff. There, hidden in the rocks, stood a monastery in all its quiet glory. The sun broke through the clouds again and brought a silver lining to the rained-on rocks, and formed yet another vivid rainbow for us. The Greek Monastery of St. George couldn’t have chosen a better spot to lay itself for centuries, and we couldn’t have chosen a better time to admire it. There’s not a camera in the world that could accurately catch the breathtaking beauty. It was a golden moment, a gift from heaven. Unforgettable.
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St. George Monastery. Shot with an iPhone5, ©ElineMillenaar

– This post is part of the DDIsrael16-series, with travel stories and pictures of my daddy-daughter trip to Israel. You can find all other posts here, you can find some other pictures on Instagram.
Tomorrow I will write about my last travel day spent in Tel Aviv. –